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I'm off to save the world.
The only cure for someone
who don't know how to save herself.
Can the world thrive on saviours
Who are driven by demons?
I know nothing of self preservation
but my arms hold so much determination
that there should not be any question
about the outcome.
I'm off to save the world.
And I don't shed one drop of fear
about the price of salvation
To go far and away, finding meaningful causes, selfish acts of stalling the inevitable end of nothingness
Her flesh
was his canvas
his hands spread over her body
like paint saturating its canvas
emotions surfaced
like oil paintings
her body shivered dying for his strokes
long throws of passion
sliding across her body like
satin brushes over skin
Her eyes the color of seduction
her body speaks in tongues
her fragrance laced with love
intoxicated with desire
and cloaked in beauty
True love is vane,
      A heart can't feel true love,
                       Until it touches pain.
The palm tree died,
the blackbird sang.

how else would a blackbird hide
from an unbearable pang?

(c) Lazhar Bouazzi, Carthage, Tunisia
The sun rises everyday
It’s so beautiful to see
It’s the point of view
That gets you closer to me

The sun sets everyday
It’s so sad to see it go
Goodbye feels this good
Underneath a sacred glow

I took a hot shower
Then I was ready
For another day
To be the boy
I once knew
Not black and blue
Full of power
Without amenities
And laughter
At high noon

An elder of stained souls
There is no faithless tribe
No commerce for glory
The sun accepts no bribe

Look at it as you walk away
Did you really nod silently
At another person’s hate
Because it gave yours sanity

Take a cold shower
Take the curtain down
You can’t handle it
Passion is not the same
For fools or clowns
Not like a wanted man
Who doesn’t ask permission
The ocean is a ladder
And the rainbow swells
Are all he can see

She wasn’t so good to you
And she became every woman
He can only watch it set for another
Even the sun can break the heart of a man
I want an after dinner poem
Because they are so delicious
A poem on a pillow
And one after I do the dishes

I want a poem for breakfast
Cause they are so mentally nutritious

But most of all
I want you in my poetry
Because you are the best
Poem I could read

Form in figure fitting perfectly
Moving and talking to me
You are poetry in motion
You are artistry in thought
You are the queen of my desire
Because you make my poems
Shockingly hot

So write me a love poem
A poem of love lost
A poem of philosophy
Of such sweet sophistry
And what you have gained
And all that it cost

Give me a biographical picture
Or a nature walk

I want a poem
That is the truth of you
And in exchange
I will give you the poetry of names
And call you humanity
My government sells
Third world countries
Highly technical weapons
And introduce them
To brand new wars

Then they sick them on each other
The starving against the poor

Our rich are getting richer
Our politicians are getting paid
Isis is getting stronger
And the populist is being played
...................
Traveler Tim
They said I could be anyone I wanted to but they were wrong
I wanted to be like your favorite song
to be a part of your magical fairytale,
your heart's charm and your soul's breathtaking Dale
I wanted to be a sunrise in your awakening
the floret that greets your smile while you reconcile
reality from the panoramic view of Wonderland
the first voice that seeks to know what Morpheus had to say
and the feet that shuffle right next to yours along the isle
as you walk into the much loathed cacophonic routines of everyday
I wanted to be the thoughts in your head as you
ply your trade from dawn to dusk
the inspiration that helps you crack every labyrinthine task,
like a lonesome butterfly dancing in elation
to relax your mind and mitigate any tension,
to help you endure racaous that comes with responsibility
and the arms that hold yours to congratulate you
upon getting through every other day,
I wanted to be the mouth that acknowledged your milestones
or the palms on the wheel driving you home
I wanted to be the shoulders you lean on
plus the arms you laugh and grieve in,
a place where your comfort does truly begin
I wanted to be your companion on this life long journey
many have deemed the rest of our lives
your blessing, alas! Your for better for worse...
I wanted to be your biggest fan as you concur the elements
to share with you proceeds from my dream tenements...
for thee so much I craved to be and tried to do more than just want
but the more I embraced desire the bigger and more excruciating her flames burnt
I said hello you said goodbye,
making me think "You can be anything" was merely a big fat lie...
Countless is the much I wanted to be, it's still haunting
that ultimately the best I could do was "wanting"...
Nothing more.
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